Harry Potter sat on the patio of number 12 Grimauld Place drinking a cup of tea with his little godson Teddy Lupin on his knee. It had taken time but his mother Nymphadora had survived the greavous injuries she had recieved at the hands of her aunt Bellatrix. She was left a young widow along with her mother Andromada. The three of them and Hermione moved into the Black family home to help eachother mend.
Hermione's parents were still in Australia with no memories of their only daughter. She was all alone in the world bar Harry who over the years she had come to view as a brother. After she had kissed Ron during the final battle he sustained wounds so bad that even Madam Pomfrey and St. Mungos best Healers couldn't save him.
Little did what was left of the wizarding world know that the general sense of calm that had overcome the general population was coming to an end.
Across London at the Ministry of Magic Kingsley Shackelbolt wearily stood infront of the wizengamot trying desperately to keep order amongst the chaos in the chamber. Each voice was clamering to be heard over the chief Mugwump, Lord Tiberius Ogden; who had reclaimed his family seat after Cornelius Fudge was removed from office; wasn't having much luck i in regards to keeping order either. The pandemonium had begun with a report from the Department of Magical Families. The birth rate amongst the wizarding population was at all time low after years of fear. Along with the deaths caused by the war they reported the magical population was unsustainable. They had proposed the reintroduction of the 14th century marriage law. After what seemed like hours to the Minister for Magic, Kingsley had a descision from the esteemed members of the Wizengamot. Magical Britain was to be shaken to its core when the news brakes. All unmarried witches and wizards between the ages of 17 and 30 were to be matched and married and produce a child or face Azkaban.